Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.